Dear Reader, have you been bitten by the decorating bug? Thanks to sites and shows, even someone who's never considered themselves "artistic" can get creative.
I just can't believe it! Even if I believed it, how am I supposed to get it? The townspeople we told looked at us like we'd lost our minds. Can't say as I blame them; if someone came running up to me saying what we said to them, I'd think he was crazy, too.
Do you have any idea about the size and makeup of an entourage that accompanies a guy of my status? Seriously? It looks like a traveling circus! All we need is the Flying Wallendas to make it complete.
It's true confessions time, Dear Reader. Who's got a mug, or a plaque, or a tote with Jeremiah 29: 11 on it?
It's almost a badge of Christendom, isn't it?
In the midst of warnings about capitivity and enslavement, Jeremiah drops this jewel that we've memorize, claim, and love.
Seriously, Man, did you really think you would have to smooze me in order for me to take Onesimus back without retribution? Do you think so poorly of me, or was that just a little insurance against me not doing you a "little favor"?
I planted a few flower bulbs this spring. As I hoed the soil, I found a few old, dried up bulbs that never bloomed. Still I hoed, pulled weeds, dropped in new bulbs...
I did everything they demanded, Still there was no release. Now, they had raised the ransom. My brain was blazing with frustration. My heart was racing toward panic. Time was crucial.
I was being held hostage, and time had become my enemy.
It's hard to live in the shadows. It's hard to try and understand the person you have committed your life to when there are so many missing pieces from his life before he met you. And when his dream is greater than anything you could imagine, how do you keep up?
What's a girl to do? Is it my fault I was born beautiful? To hear my parents talk, you'd think it was a sin.
Enough was enough! I didn't choose gorgeous hair or skin like porcelain.
So, when the first good-looking guy came along with an invitation, I was outta there!
Once upon a time, I thought I had the job I'd always wanted. I thought I was happy. I thought I was doing what the Lord intended for me.
I was wrong.
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